“Got it!” She grinned excitedly. To be honest, she wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into but her curiosity got the best of her. The prospect of finally being able to use her powers thrilled her. “I’ll forever be grateful for this! Anytime you need my help just come by and I’ll get you...
She observed Stella's eyes with wonder. "I wish I had your powers...! I can see how they'd be useful against a villain, or even just for fun, of course." She looked back at her computer, still open to a page full of lecture notes. "I'm mostly done with this assignment. If you're available, will...
Aimee glanced down at what she felt were her useless hands. “I guess I just want to help people. I’ve always wondered why I’ve been given these powers - I can spawn strawberries in my hands, you see - but the stupid thing is that I’m allergic to them. My parents and friends have always told me...
Aimee paused, her hands folded under her chin, mulling the words over in her head.
“This might be a long shot.. but seeing as you’ve lived here for a while, would you happen to know anyone in the city that can manufacture hero suits?”
Aimee looked up to see where the voice was coming from.
“Unfortunately.” She laughed. “But I like the subject I’m studying well enough to not be tired of it!”
“Still, doesn’t leave me much time to go on adventures. There’s a lot in New York that I want to explore.” She said, her gaze becoming...